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"Why the word ought? It's not a matter of permission or

prohibition. He will suffer if he is sorry for his victim. Pain

and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and

a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great

sadness on earth," he added dreamily, not in the tone of the

conversation.

He raised his eyes, looked earnestly at them all, smiled, and

took his cap. He was too quiet by comparison with his manner at

his entrance, and he felt this. Everyone got up.

"Well, you may abuse me, be angry with me if you like," Porfiry

Petrovitch began again, "but I can't resist. Allow me one little

question (I know I am troubling you). There is just one little

notion I want to express, simply that I may not forget it."

"Very good, tell me your little notion," Raskolnikov stood

waiting, pale and grave before him.